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Chapter 8: Jaws

Cammie POV

The car ride would've been completely silent if Grant, who was reading the Gallagher Academy student handbook, hadn't kept asking questions.

"Why do we have to go to a Culture Class?" "What do you mean, the students can't own firearms?" "Do you have, like food?" "Are spy girls hot?" This was followed by Bex pressing on his pressure point and knocking him out.

"Ms. Baxter! Gallagher Girls do not use violence to solve all of our problems!" However, my mom's tone lacked the necessary strictness. I knew Grant had been giving her a headache too.

Zach and I were sitting silently with Liz sandwiched between us. I don't know if he was looking at me, but my gaze didn't leave the van window the whole tension and awkwardness in the air was tangible. When we finally pulled up into the Gallagher garage, Liz immediately jumped up and opened the door wide. She ran out of the van and started jumping up and down thanking God in all the languages she knew (which, let me tell you, is a LOT). I stared at her.

"The tension was KILLING ME, Cam." I glanced at Bex and she smiled ruefully.

"It's true. It was like watching Jaws." Huh, I didn't know it was that bad.

"Well, uh.. I'll just let you two..." Mr. Solomon started, but then the other vans arrived, carrying the rest of the junior CovOps class. The van doors opened and girls spilled out. When they saw Zach and Grant (who was still unconscious, bless you Bex), they started giggling and whispering. Tina even had the nerve to wink at Zach. I felt a sudden surge of irritation. Huh, what was that about? I quickly resumed a neutral expression.

"Uh.. we better get to dinner." Mr. Solomon stammered. I was so weird seeing him nervous for the first time. At the mention of dinner, Grant's head snapped up.

"Did somebody say dinner?" Incredible. Just incredible. Grant noticed his surroundings. "Hey how'd I get out here? What's going on? But seriously, are we having dinner soon? Cuz I'm star.." Bex knocked him out again.

"Thanks Bex." She smiled at me. We walked up the hill together, with the boys trailing behind us.

Time Skip

Zach POV

Grant and I stood behind Gallagher's Grand Hall doors and waited for our cue. Grant was twiddling his thumbs and whistling "Don't Stop Believing". He's obsessed with Glee. for some reason. My phone beeped. Damn. 28 missed calls and 34 texts from Jonas and Nick.

JONAS. STOP TRYING TO TRACK US. WE'RE IN A NO RADAR-ZONE RIGHT NOW. I texted Jonas.

He replied immediately. WHERE ARE YOU GUYS? NICK SAID HE DIDN'T SEE YOU AFTER YOU WALKED INTO EXPRESS.I HACKED INTO EVERY GOVERNMENT DATABASE TO TRY TO FIND YOU GUYS! WHY ARE YOU IN A NO RADAR-ZONE ANYWAYS? WHERE IS MR. SOLOMON? HE NEVER CAME BACK! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS? ARE YOU SAFE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? He had a typing speed of 300 WPM as you can see.

WHOA, GEEZ. CALM DOWN. I replied hastily. WE'RE FINE. WE'RE IN ROSEVILLE, VIRGINIA

YOUR OLD HOMETOWN? WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE? Just then, Grant nudged me and whispered, "Almost showtime." ILL TALK TO YOU LATER JONAS. I stuffed my phone into my pocket and straightened out my clothes. I ruffled my hair a little bit to give me a bad boy look. "Dude, are you sure you're not a girl?" my best friend retorted. I glared at him and started fixing his hair. He jumped backwards. "Whoa man. I like you, but I don't roll that way."

I punched him in the arm. "I'm not gay, dumbass. I'm smart. You, on the other hand, are about to walk into a room full of potentially hot spy girls looking like you just rolled down a hill." At the word "hot" Grant straightened up and stopped fidgeting. "There. They won't be able to resist us."

Grant raised his eyebrow. "Seems like the only girl you want to impress is doing very well at resisting you." My smirk faded. "She's cute. Maybe I'll..." He was interrupted by me slamming him against the wall.

"Stay away from Cammie. If you hurt her, I WILL kill you." I growled.

Grant raised his hands and grinned. "Whoa, buddy. I'm just kidding. I guess I was right about you liking her." I mutely let him go and turned away.

"I don't like her Grant." It was true. No matter how long we had been apart, I was still in LOVE with Cameron Morgan.

Grant was about to respond when we heard Mrs. Morgan's voice from the other side of the door. "Ladies, we have two special guests that will be staying at Gallagher. I expect you all to treat them with courtesy. Come on in." I pushed the doors open and was momentarily blinded by bright light. Inhaling, stepped into the room.

Cammie POV

There was gasping and swooning when Zach and Grant entered the room. Bex and I rolled our eyes in annoyance. Macey saw this and grinned. Why would she do that? Wait, she didn't think we were jealous, did she? Because I did not like Zach! The fact that he beat me again must make it clear that I do not feel anything except hate towards that god...er boy. Macey interrupted my mental rambling by leaning over and whispering, "It's okay to like him, you know." I sputtered indignantly. Apparently, Zach heard us and he winked at me. I scanned the room and, sure enough, Tina Walters was staring at me with curiosity in our eyes. Fabulous. I would rather go blindfolded into a room full of armed mobsters than be questioned by her. Because those mobsters didn't have lessons on interrogation techniques and torture methods (most of which are banned by the UN) by Mr. Solomon. I sighed. This was going to be a long night.

AN: I had been planning to update by the end of winter break, but school started and one thing led to the next... :( I'll try to get the next chapter up soon, but I accidentally deleted all of my iPad notes the other day (including Chapter 9). Thanks for all of your reviews and patience